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Arms.
Warm hold.
Breathing slows down.
Cheek against my skin.
Your heartbeat drums through me.
I know this could be it.
The world holds its breath for us.
In this moment, time is not actually real.
I delightfully soak in your familiar scent .
May silence speak our final truths.
I soak in every moment .
Fingers clutching; heart aching.
I let go.
You’re gone.
Damn.
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